The sum total of my weekends as a kid is reduced to my memory of the Friday Night Crazies (FNC).
By definition Friday Night Crazies were the night of the week when my sisters and I would:
Get to eat spaghetti for dinner
Take baths then zip ourselves into cozy sleeping bags and
Huddle around our t.v. while watching The Brady Bunch and Partridge Family in back to back episodes.
Life didn't get any better than that!
I don't know exactly how many FNCs we logged during our childhood. I suspect it was 10-12 Friday nights a year for the three years my dad taught SAT Prep courses and came home later than usual. But that's not the point.
The point is this: Friday Night Crazies (all 30-36 of them) are remembered as an every-weekend occurrence precisely because they happened so infrequently and the memories are so prized.
It's the same reason we remind our partners, longingly, about ALL the fun and romantic things he/she used to do when were dating. We remember and cherish those memories precisely because they weren't every day occurrences.
Prized memories, when held up against the backdrop of everyday life, will inevitably stand out and be remembered.
I'm pretty sure I'm cooking up an annual memory for my kids that ten or twelve years from now - when all is said and done - will rival my fondest memories of FNC.
Booing Neighbors, 2009

Booing Neighbors, 2010

Booing Neighbors, 2011.

Life doesn't get any better than that!
How about you? Do you have a memory that actually only happened a handful of times, but feels like a cornerstone to your childhood? Visit us in the Comment Section and share.
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